It is engraved in the very genes of the human being, to climb the mountain despite knowing that there’s nothing to be done after making it to the summit.

Three souls, though the knots in the same string, thought in different directions and slept in varied orientations like the angles of a triangle.

If you don’t write your own story, you will be a character in others.

At times, they (stars) looked like the rubies and emeralds placed for exhibition by the god.

the coffee is my present life and the milk my childhood. Bitterness or the blandness neither could be tasted exclusively, when the god buys you a café-latte

Do they think they could spring up the love and compassion in the core of alienated humans by a mere hug? Does the happiness propagate with much ease like a modern day disease, by a mere hug?

One is stranger to oneself after a dreamy slumber